GONE IS THE WEAVER, SILENT IS THE BARD

To Ursula K. Le Guin(1929-2018)

Gone is the weaver, but the

tapestry still stands before our eyes.

The voice of the bard is silent,

but the words still echo in our ears.

The last page of the last book is open,

but we have time to go back

to the beginning; our

evening is not yet here. It's

afternoon, the shadows

are only growing, slowly.

We have time

before the last light of the evening

gives way to the starry night,

before the sleep comes,

heavy and deep and

without an end.

25.01.2018